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Isaiah 55:8-9

• [Isa 55:8] The Two Views

  To man, it seemed that Evil had prevailed, That His fair life had altogether failed, And naught was left but what the Cross impaled— But God saw otherwise! They would have hailed Him King, and with acclaim, Upon the wings of His far reaching fame, Have swept the land like a devouring flame; But God saw otherwise! It seemed as though His life had gone for naught— Nothing to show for that long battle fought, But a pale prisoner to the gibbet brought— But God saw otherwise! No lasting good seemed ever like to come Of all His sowing—neither fruit nor bloom, Instead—a felon’s cross, an alien tomb— But God saw otherwise! We, too, at times, come nigh to lose our hope, When with life’s evils we no more can cope, And in the dark with heavy hearts we grope; But God saw otherwise!

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Matthew 15:22-28

• [Mat 15:25] Dear Jesus, Canst Thou Help Me?

  Dear Jesus, canst Thou help me? My soul is full of woe; My heart is almost breaking, I’ve nowhere else to go. Refrain I’ve nowhere else to go, Dear Jesus, but to Thee, And so I lift my voice and cry, Have mercy, Lord on me. Have mercy, Lord, on me. Have mercy, Lord on me And so I lift my voice and cry, Have mercy, Lord on me. I feel I am a sinner, And this my only plea, The sweet and blessèd assurance, That Thou hast died for me. Refrain I’ve heard there is a fountain, Where cleansing waters flow; My sins though red like crimson, May now be white as snow. Refrain Thy blood doth fill that fountain, Thy blood so pure and free; That blood availed for others, And now avails for me. Refrain Dear Jesus, loving Savior; Thou precious dying Lamb, Where here my faith is pleading; Now take me as I am.

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• [Mat 15:27] Not Worthy, Lord, To Gather Up The Crumbs

  Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs With trembling hand that from Thy table fall, A weary, heavy laden sinner comes To plead Thy promise and obey Thy call. I am not worthy to be thought Thy child, Nor sit the last and lowest at Thy board; Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled; I only ask one reconciling word. One word from Thee, my Lord, one smile, one look, And I could face the cold, rough world again; And with that treasure in my heart could brook The wrath of devils and the scorn of men. And is not mercy Thy prerogative— Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, divine? Me, Lord, the chief of sinners, me forgive, And Thine the greater glory, only Thine. I hear Thy voice; Thou bidd’st me come and rest; I come, I kneel, I clasp Thy piercèd feet; Thou bidd’st me take my place, a welcome guest Among Thy saints, and of Thy banquet eat. My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, My prayer can only lose itself in Thee; Dwell Thou forever in my heart, and there, Lord, let me sup with Thee; sup Thou with me.

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